*grabs the fish and turns the table on Irish* *grabs a conveniently placed bucket of clam chowder and pours it on Irish* *gives up on the Nutella and throws a kiwi at Mira*
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin
*looks around at the chaos, picks up a large can of pop, shakes it, and releases the contents at everyone in a stream of fizzy brown pop*
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
